Still wearing wool 04/2023
Still practicing French
I am at the point in my challenges in which I am tempted to just stop everything for one day so that I can say I missed a day and not try to be perfect. It would be easy to write a post here, skip a day. I’m not saying anything important anyway.
It would be more difficult to not wear wool. In under six months I went from thinking wool was itchy and I wanting none of it to wearing it every day to enjoying the feel and drape (mostly drape) of my Wool& wardrobe. Anyway, I tried taking pictures once the sun had set and none of them will work. I’m wearing my redwood Brooklyn, a cotton navy with yellow and white flowers short sleeve shirt I purchased at Macy’s two summers ago, and a thrifted navy Banana Republic merino sweater. I wore my sand colored merino Snag tights and a pair of brown Dansko Mary Janes I bought off eBay. I’ve purchased three pair of Dansko shoes used. One pair of clogs, one pair of sandals, and one pair of brown Mary janes. Despite claims that the seller did the “twist test” on the clogs, about a month after I purchased them, the sole crumbled. The other two pair have worked wonderfully.
Thinking ahead to summer, I am contemplating a midi or another Sierra. Also, I want a Maggie, but I am waiting for them to have a color I want in my size. I’m not sure what color I want, but it’s not cinnamon, which is one of the few available to me colors right now. A friend told me about Taos sneakers, and my husband bought me a pair for Christmas. He clicked the wrong size, though, and so I had to initiate a return/exchange. The only trouble is that after I dropped the package off in the FedEx box, it disappeared. The tracking number shows that I printed a label – but I dropped it off in the FedEx box December 26 and the box has been emptied. Likely it’s bouncing around in the back of someone’s FedEx truck somewhere, or in the driveway of a warehouse. But the shoes aren’t cheap. I filed a claim, but I’m not holding my breadth. So far the journey to discover the whereabouts of the package has been similar to a decent into Dante’s Inferno.
Consider, I call FedEx, they tell me to call the store. I call OfficeMax, unsure of why I’m calling as the box I put the package in clearly says FEDEX. The lady at OfficeMax was surly with me over the phone. I can’t tell you how many times she told me that OfficeMax doesn’t have a key to the FedEx box. Look lady, I understand. But FedEx told me to call. So I call FedEx back and they tell me to go into the store now, and tell them I already spoke with FedEx over the phone.
Okay. But OfficeMax is still insistent they don’t have the key. An what does it matter? The box has been emptied 7 or 8 times since I put my own package in on December 26. Clearly someone removed it from the box and forgot to scan it. But where is it then? And why hasn’t someone – anyone – thought to scan this shoebox sized package that surely is languishing somewhere by its lonesome. So I called FedEx again. And now they tell me to file a claim. I’m guessing they will tell me they aren’t responsible because they never received the package – but I dropped the package in the FedEx box! So, another example of this weird Matrix life where everyone is some kind of cog in a wheel.
On that happy note, I am going to attempt to finish Waugh’s A Handful of Dust. I forgot I had started it a few months ago. I’m going to finish it, then Nunally’s Master of Hestviken translation, and then Sally Thomas’ novel. At some point my Greek Drama class will start and I will have to slip some of Aristotle’s Poetics into the reading pile. And the dramas themselves. But for college, it’s still winter break, so I still have time to read with abandon what I will.